Through the New York Ghost's breaking news coverage, this once-in-a-century disaster instantly spread throughout the United States Wizarding World.
Vincent has many prefixes; a simple introduction alone takes up half a page.
Like the Daily Prophet, it is also an important mouthpiece of the magical government.
With Bradley's strong recommendation and the Congressional Medal of Honor personally awarded by President Randolph, his name once again spread throughout the Wizarding World of the Americas.
After a week-long vacation in Hawaii, the Wayne family returned to the big city of New York.
233 Broadway, Manhattan.
Having taken a taxi to Wayne's house before, this time they waited until almost time before entering the Woolworth Building.
This building is shared by wizards and Muggle; only by reciting the correct incantation will its true nature be revealed.
Vincent was wondering what the spell was, Sam was waiting impatiently at the door, pushed the revolving door, making it spin at supersonic speed.
"You, the main character, have really kept us waiting!"
"The main character? Could it be me?"
"Of course not." Sam gestured for them to go inside. "Director Graves and Mr. Scamander are both here."
The Wayne family's four large eyes were all staring blankly at the revolving door that was spinning so fast it looked like it was about to smoke.
"Okay, I'll go in first." Sam reached out his hand, only to be instantly pulled inside by the door.
"Together?"
"Gu Gu!" The stone owl at the door made Gu Gu excitedly flap its wings.
"The name 'Warthog'— Hogwarts was conceived by Rowena Ravenclaw."
Since it's read backwards, it's perfectly normal to put two winged warthogs at the entrance.
"Okay, I'll put a statue of you in the club Club Room after school starts."
Gu Gu stretched out its little wings with satisfaction.
Vincent and his parents all reached out their hands.
After a dizzying moment, they found themselves in a magnificent hall about 700 feet high with a cathedral-like ceiling.
In the most prominent and eye-catching position, there is a huge monument.
"It is a memorial to those who died in the Salem witch trials."
Around three hundred years ago, a series of trials were held in the Massachusetts colony of Muggle against those who practiced witchcraft.
Ultimately, this led to the execution of 20 people, most of whom were women.
There were only a few real witches, but none of them committed the crimes they were accused of.
For this reason, wizards from various countries united to formally establish the America Magical Congress.
Thus, the wizards and Muggle here were completely separated until the repeal of the Rappaport's Law in 1965, which allowed them to have normal contact.
Europe and North America each have their own advantages and disadvantages.
Pure-blood chauvinism and the like are not popular throughout the Americas.
Because most of the people who make up their Wizarding World are of Muggle origin.
Sam led the Wayne family into the elevator and pressed the buttons for "M" as well as 5 and 4.
"The meeting is on the 54th floor. I can already imagine Director Graves's furious expression."
Vincent adjusted Gu Gu's monocle. "Huh? In front of so many people?"
"There's never anything he's afraid to do, only things he doesn't want to do."
The elevator was very fast, arriving in less than half a minute.
The moment the door opened automatically, Sam's expression became exceptionally solemn.
"Please come in, Mr. Wayne."
Vincent walked into the venue with goosebumps all over.
Compared to the Order of Merlin, there are not many ostentatious and luxurious embellishments here.
The ceiling was pure white, the wallpaper had a brown, white and gray pattern, and the carpet was deep red and thick.
The table was placed at the very back, leaving a large empty area in the middle.
Bradley whispered something to Randolph, and then both of their eyes were fixed on Vincent.
"It feels more natural now."
"Yes, he has always had a good eye."
Randolph nodded slightly. "Dumbledore didn't achieve so many honors at this age."
"Britain, that lousy place, is full of geniuses!"
Bradley glared at the stiff-limbed Sam with exasperation. "Looks like we've been at peace for too long. The young people are all lacking opportunities to exercise."
"I heard that Hogwarts organized a field trip for all students to the Forbidden Forest this year."
He knew what Randolph meant.
While there will be dangers, training on Marvelbestia Island in the Pacific Ocean will certainly be more effective than training in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.
"Mr. Chairman, I will develop a complete plan in detail."
Randolph nodded, put down his glass, and walked straight toward the Wayne family.
"Welcome! If you had arrived any later, I might have had to tell some lame jokes to warm things up."
Vincent shook his hand in a friendly manner. "Chairman Randolph, may I hear one of your questions first?"
"Oh, you didn't recognize it?"
"Uh—no."
After a brief exchange, Randolph solemnly instructed Sam to treat the family well.
"Auror, do you also work part-time as a waiter?"
"Don't even mention it," Sam said with a gloomy face. "That day, after Director Graves finished settling the accounts, he suddenly asked me to write a report for him."
"Did you write it seriously?"
"Yeah, and I still got punished for that!"
He quietly gave Bradley the middle finger. "Either go to Marvelbestia Island for a month, or stay here and do odd jobs for a month."
"Marvelbestia?"
"The island where we encountered the Harpy before."
According to the Latin translation, this means "magical creature".
Vincent comforted him, "Perhaps Mr. Graves is just in a bad mood."
"It must be because of the bill." Sam gave Bradley the middle finger again. "You guys went back early, or you would have seen Veela's performance."
"Their appearance fees must be very high."
"Yes, that's why Director Graves came to me after settling the bill."
This boss and subordinate, who were constantly scheming against each other, truly opened Vincent's eyes.
If this were in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge would have thrown him into Azkaban long ago.
"I think I'll go see Mr. Scamander." Vincent felt his blood pressure rising slightly.
"Wait for me, Chairman Randolph asked me to treat you well!"
Queenie and Jacob were both present at this important occasion.
Rolf was also there, along with a tall man in his early twenties.
"Vincent, this is my cousin, Munsen Kowalski."
Munson extended his hand enthusiastically, "I've heard Rolf praise you so much, I'm sick of it."
"I didn't disappoint you, did I?" Vincent shook hands with him just as warmly.
"What a pleasant surprise! It feels like I'm back in school." Munson let go of Sam, who was dressed as a waiter. "Long time no see. Didn't you become Auror?"
Sam smirked and turned to Bradley, who was talking to high-ranking officials, and gave him two middle fingers.
"My boss is a bastard. I should have gone to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with you."
Munson shook his head at his old classmate and friend, "You wouldn't say that if you saw the mountain of documents."
The Magical Congress does not have Magical Accidents and Catastrophes Department.
Therefore, the daily routine of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is very busy, either processing court documents or inspecting illegal items outside.
In the event of a catastrophic event, they would have to drop everything and rush over.